Facsimile - Brett Domino

That’s right, girl, bounce that ass

Shake it to this tape like you’re never coming back

That’s the main reason why I make this music

So I can sit back and watch your body lose it

Yeah, just get lost in the moment

‘Cause time don’t wait for no man

But if time’s makin an exception for beauty

Then surely it’ll slow it right down for you ‘n' me

We be pretty well matched

But there’s a voice in my head saying there’s a catch

I can’t deny that there is sexual attraction

But let’s just take a step back before any further action

Yeah, you’re damn near perfect from your head to your feet

You even like to eat the type of food I like to eat

We could be soul mates down on paper

But I don’t feel the butterflies when I date ya

No, I don’t feel the butterflies

What’s with that, girl?

You’re like a facsimile of my ideal girlfriend

You’re not the one, but I can’t put my finger on why

You’re like a facsimile of my dream woman

You’re pretty damn near perfect, but it’s perfect that I want

Now, don’t get me wrong, girl, don’t misquote me

You’re a ten out of ten, yeah and your body’s smoking hot

Like a wok on a nine-inch hob

You got me sweating so hard I got to fetch a mop

Everybody be telling me I’m being crazy

Not to go home with such a sexy lady

‘Cause I said, in my head, that you’re damn near perfect

But something unexplainable is making me nervous

I don’t know why, but I’m not convinced

I’m’a just go home now and listen to Prince

You don’t have to be rich to be my girl

You just have to be the one, and you’re just not her

Though it pains me to say it

And believe me, I don’t downplay it

Yeah, we could be soul mates down on paper

But I just don’t feel the butterflies when I date ya